Su Qinnuan turned to the first page of her notebook.
It bore Fu Bing's handwriting.
Fu Bing's handwriting was very neutral: unrestrained, neat—particularly attractive.
"Wishing Su Qinnuan a life free of adversity, with a smooth path ahead. From Fu Bing."
Fu Bing looked at the date of the inscription. "You're studying at Jiangcheng University?"
"Yes. Jiangcheng University invited you to film a promotional video for its centenary celebration, and I happened to be volunteering. Your words gave me great courage during difficult times."
"Thank you for liking me, too. I hope the current me hasn't disappointed you."
Su Qinnuan shook her head. "Of course not. You have your reasons for everything you do, and we're not worried at all that you'll make a wrong turn."
Shen Yue silently commended Su Qinnuan.
Simultaneously, a sense of crisis welled up within him. So she didn't even consider me a friend, hiding something this important from me, he thought.
